by Meagan Madsen “New Hope was like our school. It’s where we learned how to trust again and how to treat people again. Because of this community, we learned how to feel safe again.”These words and feelings came from one of our resident families during their...
[video width="480" height="864" mp4="https://newhopecs.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/10/b0a6d055-6421-4916-bcd0-19fdca7ec307.mp4"][/video] My thoughts here are unapologetically subjective, a much-needed corrective, to thinking that cold empiricism and stats are the only way to tell a compelling story. So, here is my own journey of discovery and wonder, as one who has been prone to...
At New Hope’s community dinners, I often watch our visitors sit down next to our residents, eager to start a conversation. But for some, initial questions are met with blank stares, clearly showing that their conversation partner is not comfortable in English yet. There might...
Running in the DarkThe little girl closed her eyes and fell asleep.She was walking on the clouds, you could see her smiling,She was dreamingShe is now smiling in her sleep.BOOMShe woke up, and no more cloudsShe opened her eyes and hell it wasShe was running...
By Mindy, Lyle, Ada and Luca KozloffOur family has been living at New Hope as Resident Staff for almost five years. We moved to New Hope when Ada and Luca were 5 and 3, and now they’re 10 and 8! When we first heard about...
In Mexico, my husband and I worked hard to establish our own restaurant, with an amazing community of customers and employees. Just as we felt like we were making our dreams come true, one of the most powerful cartels from Mexico started demanding money from...
Reflections by Sarah Archer, Programs Intern How do I, a young married woman who grew up in the Lower Mainland, understand the stories I hear from the New Hope residents? I honestly cannot. I have not experienced persecution, imprisonment, or a threat on my life. I...
While my family was sleeping, six police officers entered my house and murdered my father. My father had been involved with the opposition party in Ethiopia, and he was targeted by corrupt officials. On the night of his murder, I ran for my life. I...
As I reflect upon my summer at New Hope to try and isolate some of my favourite memories, I keep coming back to the hours spent giggling with kids at the picnic tables in the backyard when we should have been studying English. I started...
[audio mp3="https://newhopecs.org/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/New-Hope-in-Motion.mp3"][/audio] Arrivals They come by plane, by foot, and by car; my friends, from lands typically warmer than ours, and have experienced fears, deprivations inhuman, and horrors, often unspoken. Just to arrive at this place is the culmination of a profound journey, and my interaction is...